Do I want that? Yes. No. I should just let her go. She shouldn’t be here. A woman like her doesn’t belong in my world.
Where is she?
“I’ll have someone find her.”
“No. I’ll go do it myself.” And when I’m done with her, she’ll never come back again.
The panic button goes off, alerting us to a problem in the west women’s restroom. Women’s… I dash towards the door.
“Security will take care of it?”
“It’s her. I know it’s her.” If there’s a problem in my club, it’s her.
Payne follows behind me.
I practically tear my door off the hinges and fly down the stairs. The people that don’t move out of my way get moved.
She’s in trouble. And whoever caused that panic button to be pressed is going to regret it.
The cluster of people surrounding my security step out of my way without a word.
“What happened?”
Brax doesn’t blink as he keeps people at bay. “Woman passed out in the head. Drugs.”
She doesn’t do—That can also mean—I slam the bathroom door open.
The sight in front of me knocks all the air out of my lungs. It’s her lying on the bathroom floor. It doesn’t matter that I can’t see her face. No one else wears practical flats and a cardigan.
Rage has my fist flying into the nearest wall.
Glass explodes everywhere as blood pours off my knuckles. “Is she dead?”
It’s going to break me when Barb says—
“Nope. Respiration and BP seem fine, all things considered.”
Alive. She’s alive.
“I’m about to call the—”
“My girlfriend—” A man rushes in. “—is she okay?”
NO! She can’t be his.
“She said she had to go to the bathroom. She wasn’t feeling good. Drank too much.” He sinks down to his knees on the floor next to her. “You know how it is.”
Drank too much?!?
But she doesn’t—LIAR!
This was a setup.
Payne walks into the door. He takes one look at me and asks, “What do you need?”
“Clear the hallway. Completely.”
His eyes widen even as he nods. “On it.”